Page 34 of Knot Sharing the Ice

Carter presses up behind me, his hard length nestling against the small of my back. I find myself baring my neck to him instinctively, and he freezes.

"Em…"

The nickname on his lips makes the heat building in my core spiral into an inferno. "It's… fine," I pant, desperate to be touched in that sensitive spot. "Just don't bite."

It's a test of sorts.

A dangerous one, perhaps.

But if these are my mates, my scent matches, and I can't trust them that much…

Carter's lips find my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. But not biting. Not even letting his teeth graze.

I crave it, though.

That instinctive omega part of mewantsto be pinned down and bitten and claimed by my mates. I arch my spine and gasp into Jayce's mouth, overwhelmed.

The hot water sluices over us, turning everything slick and steamy. Jayce lifts me easily, pinning me against the tiled wall. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He only rutted against my ass last night, and he's the one who hasn't claimed me that way.

"Ready for me, Cotton Candy?" he murmurs against my lips, and I can't even find it in me to be annoyed at the nickname.

If anything, it feels… right.

"Yes," I breathe. "Please, Jayce."

He slides home in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the delicious stretch. It should be too much, too soon after last night, but my body welcomes him eagerly. He might be leaner than the others, but he's still fucking huge. Not just in stature.

As Jayce starts to move, setting a steady rhythm that has me seeing stars, I feel Carter's presence next to me again. His fingers tangle in my wet hair, gently tugging my head back.

"You're so beautiful like this," he purrs. "Those full, juicy lips parted, breasts bouncing as you take his cock."

"We could always try a different angle," Jayce says, a conspiratorial edge in his tone alongside the breathlessness.

"Oh, yeah?" Carter asks, his fingers slipping through my hair like water. "What'd you have in mind?"

Jayce shifts me, pulling me off the wall while keeping me supported in his arms, my pussy still impaled on his massive cock. When he lifts me off, I moan in protest at the loss, feeling empty. But only for a moment.

Jayce spins me around, his hands still gripping my hips firmly so I don't fall even though my head spins. He grips a fistful of my hair and the rough yet controlled contact makes my pussy throb with need as he gently pushes my head down, toward Carter's waiting cock.

"Now that's a sight to behold," Jayce purrs, running his free hand down my spine and down to cup my ass. He slips two fingers into my pussy from behind and I gasp as his palm pushes up against my clef, shoving me forward into Carter so I have to reach out and catch myself against his thick, muscular thighs. "Judging from how much slick there is pooling from that tight little cunt, our girl likes it rough, too."

"Is that true, little omega?" Carter asks, his gaze heated as he looks down at me, taking my face in his huge hand to support me as Jayce has me folded over, upright only because of his hand on my hip and the fact that my knees are locked.

"I… I like both," I choke out, sounding fragile and desperate.

Jayce's fingers are scissoring inside me now, slick rushing between them and down my legs where it mixes with the running water.

A feral grin splits Carter's face, but his touch remains gentle. "Then we can give you both," he says, his voice a throaty growl that's doing as much to me as Jayce's relentless fingers are.

"Open up for me, sweetheart," Carter says, his voice rough with desire.

I obey without hesitation, my lips parting. He guides his cock into my mouth, groaning as I take him as deep as I can. The position is awkward, the angle strange, but I don't care. All I can focus on is the feeling of being filled at both ends, of being surrounded by my alphas.

My mates.

"There you go," Jayce says, fucking me harder and faster with his fingers. Each thrust of his hand grinds his palm against my ass, still sore from last night, but deliciously so. The dull ache only intensifies the pleasure inside and I moan around Carter's crown.

"Fuck," Carter groans, digging his free hand into my hair to hold my head in place while the other stays beneath my chin. "Keep doing that."

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